Marching to the battle
Men who has profession
To be perfect warriors

March to victory

For their lands

For their families
For their honor


A numerous army
All the warriors of the world
But it doesn't mind they just want

To have a beautiful death

Rotting bodies

Putting up mortar to life
Building of their defenses


Thousand nations covering the sky
With their spires in flames
Marking the day became night


Perfect blows ripping the skin
Honoring their forefathers

Honoring their principles